[ She did not model herself after Nero, but she isn't going to correct her if this ever comes up. Even the outfit isn't necessarily what she wishes per se, but what she has around. Artoria ultimately isn't one for fashion, seeing that's she's donning on a plain black suit by choice. As long as they're comfortable and allows them to maneuver easily when they need to, then it's fine.

Slowly, she shuts her eyes as the high-pitched voice rings into her ears. The last person she remembers to have the same level of exuberance as Nero is the King of Conquerors. They almost share the same allure as well. ]

Don't let what I gave you be your limit. [ Just to clarify. ] However, our disposable funds are limited.

[ Good thing Nero doesn't need to eat or else they may have a problem. Being an independent Master is a lot harder than anticipated without assets and sponsorship, but they must make do. When he opens her eyes, she follows her Servant and finds. That gaudy jacket.

She can't help but grimace, reminded of a certain someone of her past. ]

I would advise to choose your luxury item carefully. [ With a couple of steps, she closes the distance and examines the jacket. It's blinding. ] Whatever speaks to you the most.

[ If only one of them can be propped in glam, then she will yield to Nero out of respect. It's also convenient for her, one who doesn't give riches a second glance. ]